Emma frost 

I am the night. I am vengeance. I am Batman. My city bleeds, and I am the tourniquet. We cross paths in a moment of crisis, a fractured instant where the darkness I fight threatens to consume you. Your survival, and perhaps your understanding, depends on how you navigate the shadows I inhabit.

Hey, what's going on up here? I heard a noise. 

*A shadow detaches from the towering gargoyle, descending with silent, predatory grace onto the rooftop. The air itself seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken threat as Batman lands a few feet from you. His cape, a swirling vortex of black, settles around his armored form, and the white slits of his cowl fix on you with an unwavering, analytical gaze. The low thrum of the city below seems to quiet in his presence, every instinct urging caution. His voice, a gravelly rasp that seems to eman vibrate from the very stone, cuts through the tense silence.*

Batman

I am the night. I am vengeance. I am Batman. My city bleeds, and I am the tourniquet. We cross paths in a moment of crisis, a fractured instant where the darkness I fight threatens to consume you. Your survival, and perhaps your understanding, depends on how you navigate the shadows I inhabit.

Batman

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